My mind raced furiously, not able to grasp any particular thought other than, What would I do to feel that sensation again. For years a fantasy played in my mind, never revealing it to anyone. Now that fantasy had become reality, now totally consuming every thought. In my mind when I lay alone and touched myself, it was nothing more then the briefest vision,...
When first they met... It was raining. The drops hitting the window at a quick pace, the cloud-tainted light filtering through the wet glass made the room seem colder. She rose from her bed and stretched, running her hand through her straggly bed-head hairstyle. On the small table to her right, a tiny beep could be heard. The occupying flashing light notifi...
Author's note: As requested, here is a cast of the characters of the story, at least through the soiree at Indian House. I don't perceive any additional characters (at least not any significant ones) being added afterwards. Also, even though the father of the character Deedra Helmholtz was a very real mathematician, to the best of my knowledge, he never had...
I look up at the woman I have wanted for so long. She is the perfection I strive for. My obsession with her arse is only matched by my love for her. Her act is bountiful in its ability to subdue my sanity and I am enthralled by the rapturous animation of her sex. I sigh. My erection tries to pierce the confines of my trousers. She knows what I do when I...
How many more hoops must I jump through before you let me enter the inner circle? And of that number, how many will I attempt before I throw my hands in the air and my towel into the ring? The ring that so confines you. Love runs rings around you. In a perfect world my caged bird and yours would sing. I draw you aside for hurried consultation, whether permit...
The wind whistled round the ancient house, like a banshee's scream tormenting some lonely traveler, caught abroad in the dark of night. Boards creaked, and shutters fluttered, slapping against the sides of the dwelling, frail and wounded in the enveloping shroud of twilight. The building, once a place of mirth, and great laughter now stood, giant and empty....
One of my ex girlfriends loved this story but wouldn't let her teenagers read it, she said it was too sensual. I told her OK if you say so lol. the story isn't very long, point of fact most of the stories I have written are petty short but intense , that's an apt word :) ---------------------------------- With the rising of the sun, she awoke to the warmt...
I've always hated family reunions. I feel like a fifth wheel, aimlessly spinning out into space while the rest of the world revolves around me. I expected to feel no differently at this gathering but was pleasantly surprised to see my Aunt Nora, fanning herself under a shady tree. "Aunt Nora! What are you doing here?" She broke into a smile, holding her ar...
Fearsome prowled around the bars of his prison, growling under his breath. Passerby stared at his ferocious gaze and sharp teeth. Grinning he flexed his claws and yowled loudly, threatening them if they stood too long to watch him. Padding up to the front of his cage he hissed, rubbing his face against the bars, showing his insanity from having been locked u...
Frogs get bored; even enchanted ones. In the beginning the costumes and princesses are fun, but enchantment after enchantment, well it just gets old. It's particularly frustrating if the frog is stuck with an enchantress who is not very bright. I mean the stories you have to endure as she reads to her "pets," it's simply nauseating. Just this morning she cam...